Is it really that unbelievable to have made it this far? You ask, worried, not understanding the days and weeks...
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I fear I look too much like my mother– hair too black, bones too fragile a face that chillingly resembles...
they bounce out of my head and hover shoulder height attached round the neck holding all the things i want...
“kiss me goodbye,” i said, “in case i never see you again.” but who am i kidding? i will see...
Sitting here at the desk typing out words to take the time the time that shouldn't be wasted. And yet...
a little red hat on a little blond head a painted flag on either cheek morning sky eyes and denim...